(for Piedad)
Us being sisters,
Oftentimes gave me the jitters.
I was down here, while you were high up there,
I feared, I would find myself nowhere.
We made our own selfish choices,
Our actions louder than our voices.
I watched you from a distance,
It hurt to just give you a glance.
I felt a wall standing tall between us
In silence, I decided not to fuss...
Then I saw you break free from your balloon,
Reaching for the stars...maybe the moon…….
I prayed, then whispered, "Go, wherever your stars may lead you
No matter how far, your dreams are long overdue."
Sally
Copyright 2014
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
Jan 4, 2014
Jan 4, 2014 at 7:53 PM UTC
(for Piedad)
Us being sisters,
Oftentimes gave me the jitters.
I was down here, while you were high up there,
I feared, I would find myself nowhere.
We made our own selfish choices,
Our actions louder than our voices.
I watched you from a distance,
It hurt to just give you a glance.
I felt a wall standing tall between us
In silence, I decided not to fuss...
Then I saw you break free from your balloon,
Reaching for the stars...maybe the moon…….
I prayed, then whispered, "Go, wherever your stars may lead you
No matter how far, your dreams are long overdue."
Sally
Copyright 2014
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
I bonded with my two sisters last November, and we had a great time..on returning home, I dug through my old journals and found this short poem from long ago,which I wrote for one of them...
Request permission to use this poem